Peach
Anna Lester
Made my way through paths and piles
All I own in brown box aisles
Just two hours feels like twenty
Air as sweet as tupelo honey
My childhood bedroom took a hit of something strong when you left
Sleepy drunk, I’m far from brave
It’s too early
9 month friends and five year shoes
What don’t I have to lose?
Solipsism in my veins and out my mouth
Heavy breaths, pancake breakfast
And by the light of a moon
That my mother sees too
I’ll unpack these brown box aisles
And grow up with you